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REV. BRANFORD CLARKE 
(as caricatured by himself) 



POEMS and PICTURES 

B}? a PreacKer 



BEIMG A SERIES OF VERSES AND 
ILLUSTRATIONS WRITTEN AND 
DRAWN BY REV. BRANFORD CLARKE 




ate KINGSTON PRINTING CO. 
NEW YORK CITY 






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Copy right 
REV. BR AN FORD CLARKE, 1921 



m -6 1921 



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EXPLANATORY 




N placing this book before the 
public it may be \A/ell to mention 
that most of these poems and 
illustrations have previously been 
published in different periodicals, 
which of course necessitated the author's 
name appearing on the individual composi- 
tion. As the same cuts are being used, 
the reader will readily realize that the 
repetition of authorship is unavoidable. 



INDEX 



A 

A Child's Prayer 131 

A Mother's Last Message 135 

A Reverie on Brooklyn Bridge... 169 
A Souvenir of Simon the Cyrene. 82 

A Testimony 122 

As the Lily 20 

B 

"Beulah" 57 

Beyond 24 

"Blessed are the pure in heart: 

for they shall see God" 46 

By Faith 55 

C 

Christ and the Mountains 117 

"Christ died for thee" 12 

Come Unto Me 146 

Conscience and I 101 

"Conversion" 65 

D 

Death Without Fear 149 

Divine Help 52 

Dreams That Come True 172 

E 
Earth and Heaven 9 

F 

Faith 59 

Fight On 173 

Follow On 39 

G 

Give Thanks to God 84 

Glad Tidings 86 

Glorious Conflict 177 

God Keep Me Strong 45 

God's Church Is Sailing On 40 

Good-Bye, Old Year 89 



H 

He Leadeth Me 33 

Heaven in the Heart 77 

His Children 130 

Hope 104 

Humanity in the Coils of Sin 35 

I 

"If" 120 

In Life in Death 25 

In Remembrance 87 

In the Fall 161 

"Is It Nothing to You, All Ye 
That Pass By?" 141 

J 

Jesus or — ? 23 

Jesus Is Near 61 

L 

Life's Minstrel 11 

Life's Records 53 

Light of Love 94 

Live for Christ Today.... 175 

Live in Heaven Every Day 123 

Losing's Finding 31 

Love .. 13 

Love Is Not Love That Knows 
No Sacrifice 83 

M 

Milestones 73 

Morning Glory 68 

Music of the Soul '...10 

My Hope Is Anchored to the Cross 145 
My Mission 158 

N 

No Neutrality <... 51 

Not Far Away 150 

Nothing But Tares 129 



O The Ocean at Night 71 

Obedience First 155 The Oncoming Restoration 113 

O Soul, Be Ever Ready! 151 The Ploughman 125 

The Pure in Heart Shall See God. 98 

P The Question of Happiness 26 

Praise : . . . . 90 The Restoration of Israel 109 

Pray 133 The River of Holiness 102 

Pride . 157 The River of Salvation 92 

The Saints' Prayer 137 

The Shepherd 49 

The Song of the Grateful Heart.. 91 
S "The Soul That Shineth as a Star" 43 

Salvation— Dying, About to Sink. 142 The Still Small Voice 100 

Salvation (I am the gift) 147 The Testimony of Nature 103 



R 
Right Will Win 81 



Shall I Be There? Shall You?... 153 
Sin — (I am the fearful curse) .... 165 



The Voyage of Life 79 

The Way 176 



Soul, Is It You? ; 47 '^^^ ^^^^ ^7^ 

Springtnne 76 The Word of God 159 

Stand Fast 80 Thoughtless Words 99 

Thy Pilgrims They, So Thine 

T Be We 163 

Take Heart 75 Truth 121 

Testimony 93 

The Battle 67 ^ 

The Choice 127 ^"^*^ ^^^^ ^^ ^^""^ ^^°^^ ^^^ 

The Church of God 41 V 

The Crushed Rose of Sharon 114 Voices 29 

The Cr.rse 167 Votes for Women 15 

The Dawn of Salvation Z1 W 



The Devil 63 



Wave Your Banners High 74 



The Dread Past :139 what to Do 143 

The Fall of Jerusalem 107 when I Remember 21 

The Fear of the Lord 66 Where Jesus Walks 60 

The Fight 119 Within the Veil 27 

The Heavenly Light 95 

- Y 

The influence of Christ-like 

Women 14 ^^ ^^"^^ ^^ ^°^'^ ^S^'" 19 



The Isle of "A:ways Ha:v:y" 56 



Yonder Shore 152 



The Jew;' Return .: Ill "^^"^ ^^"^ ^"^ ^^ Soul 50 

The Last Day 148 Z 

The Master 97 Zarcphath 69 

The Message of Stars 17 Zion in the Heart '....115 

The New Year for Jesus 85 Zion's Revival 112 




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EARTH AND HEAVEN 

There's a part of the sun in golden fruit 

And a part of the moon in flowers ; 
A part of the stars are in the leaves 

For all our God cndowers. 
And best of all He permeates 

The wonders that He gives ; 
There's a little bit of heaven 

In ever3'thing that lives. 

When you look at noble . animals 

Do 3'ou always see the brute? 
Go view the beautiful lily 

And leave to earth its root. 
Remember that the thorn bush 

Bears roses, and harvest gives. 
Look, — and you shall find heaven 

In everything that lives. 

The earth has many sorrows 

But of blessings not a few. 
Each morn the East is glorious 

At eve the West is, too. 
Beauty's Avith God in harmon}^, 

Hear Inrds their praises give. 
Listen and you'll find heaven 

In everything that lives. 

The rustling leaves in summer, 

The streamlet running by, 
The m.usic of the living world 

That sings and works and dies. 
Even grey clouds are beautiful 

And come from Him who gives 
A little bit of heaven 

In everything that lives. 

Why should you view the storm cloud. 

And never the rift of blue? 
Or see the muddy puddle 

And miss its reflected view? 
Looks thro' the eyes of a thankful heart 

And life will seem anew. 
There's a little l)it of heaven 

In ever3'thing for you. 




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LIFE'S MINSTREL 

I saw a tOAV-ered palace on a hill, 

And for assistance sueing, 
I sang my song without its walls, to find 

Within a ruin. 

I saw what seemed a vision out ahead. 

And stepping on I sang with hope and courage. 

Yet never could I reach its tempting shores 
'Twas but a mirage. 

I thought that I had scaled ambition's ladder ; 

At last my song could satisfaction Aveen, 
But to the cares of life I once more woke. 

'Tw^as but a dream. 

I found that all Avas empty, life a fast, 
Until I stumblino^, Aveeping, found a cross, 

And noAV thro' Christ I sing salvation's song 
Gained in His loss. 



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LOVE 

Love is the great dynamic of the world, 
Without it God this earth had never hurled 
Out into space for mortal dwelling place 
Of those who killed the Savior of their race. 

Love is the force behind all noble deeds, 
Naught but is high love's inspiration breeds, 
For history testifies the acts of greatest worth 
Never had been but that love gave them birth. 

Love is not love that quails before the storm ; 
'Mid difficulty and trial is found its noblest form. 
Seen thro' the eyes of love wounds appear small, 
And tears, tho' blinding, hide not, love is all. 

Love that is love can ne'er be fully known, 

Until in Christ a soul salvation owns. 

Ye who are low, the highest form above 

Came down to earth that Lie might teach thee love. 

Love was the power that held Christ in the breach 
For fallen mortals, whom He came to teach, 
Love which could deem all sacrifice a duty. 
That souls might find in holiness their beauty. 



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Gen 1 :27 

So God created man in His oivn image, 
in the image of God created He Him; male 
2nd female created He them. 



THE INFLUENCE OF 
CHRIST-LIKE WOMEN 



Unhappy images and spoiled — 
Be-decked with tinsel neath a face of clay. 
Stiffling down the child that still must speak — 
Because High answers High. 
The innermost will stir and pray, 
Despite be-gauded temple wrecked, and gloom, 
Whilst influence Divine is whispering round — 

To find an echo here. 

Who has not seen the evening sky intense with God ; 
Has poetry ne'er moved strong hearts to tears. 
The p'jetry of nature, music, art, God's everything, 
For poetry is soul and soul communes with soul. 
Thus does God speak to us. 

But greater than these a Christ-like woman's life, 
Of all the powers for good most beautiful. 
Oh, woman, what a force is here to lead men up, 
Until their angel, too, shall catch the light, 
And so transform the image once again. 

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VOTES FOR WOMEN 

There's a sound of many voices ringing o'er earth's dales and hills, 
A song of woman's triumph at which every patriot thrills ; 
For the mothers of our heroes and heroines as well, 
Are going to win the franchise though they front the powers of hell. 
Even now the night is passing and a dawn is in the sky 
That shall light earth's darkest corners, for the v^-omen's day is 
nigh. 



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God Almighty's arm is ruling and He sees the time is here — 

That He must use the v\'cmen in a larger, wider sphere. 

To flash a light on evil and turn a blaze on sin, 

And use the lever of her vote to cleanse our land within. 

Last at the Cross, first at the tomb ; she still will keep her trust ; 

God is her hope, and with the vote she will do much for Christ. 

Won't 3^ou help her, O my brother, you who. had a mother's care. 
You who now^ respect her memory and have ne'er forgot her 

prayer ? 
Won't 3'ou fight for woman's status and with daughters, sisters, 

share 
In the triumph that is coming because the women dare 
To claim the vote as equals, with the sons they suffering bare. 
That with God the lands of earth might be the fairest of the fair? 



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16 



THE MESSAGE OF STARS 

O God, were there no other proof of Thee, 

Is there an infidel that cannot see 

The steely stars, the blue dome of the night, ^ 

And in his littleness have some affright? 

Harken, ye fallen race, above the sod 

And music of the spheres will answer God, 

While mvstic nebulae will wreathe the Word 

That was and is and will be ever heard 

Echoing thro' the endless universe, 

Tho' constellations fall and worlds disperse. 

O stars of night, what secret do ye hold ! 
What mysteries thy distances unfold ! 
Man gazes, beats his brains, but little knows 
Of what the heavenly panorama shows. 
Out, out beyond all human ken and science 
A vast and vaster unknown bids defiance ; 
But thro' it all the great eternal mind 
Within the veil directs, and from behind 
Systems and universe bespeak their Maker, 
Showing the greatness of our one Creator. 

Shine on, ye gleaming- symbols, thro' the night, 

Types of the Christ, the Morning Star of light, 

"Orion," herald thou His greatness, strength. 

And "Sirius," His beauty, till at length 

The fullest blaze of the eternal spheres 

Will culminate in glory, then all tears 

Shall be no more, but joy divine will flow, 

And we rejoice our trials here below 

Have wrought us peace beyond all human thought 

In Him, whose pain our souls' salvation brought. 



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18 



"YE MUST BE BORN AGAIN'* 

It is not in talk or reasoning, 

Or the argument we make, 
But in meeting' God's conditions, 

In the attitude we take. 
It is not in great profession, 

Nor can good works make us whole ; 
But the precious blood of Jesus, 

Bringing new birth to the soul. 

It is not in churchianity, 

Or the pew rent we can pay ; 
But the following of Jesus 

That is going to w^in the day. 
It is not in ceremony, 

Or indulging in mere form ; 
But in living Christ-like every day, 

And being newly born. 



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1 flower pure and white,buttTwiden under feeti 
nd broken and stained it laj^ 
lln-noticed by those who passed that way . 



1 liere inihe mad a sjfmbol of souls forsaken and lone, 
There in ihe slush a jewel fallen from heavens dome; 
And the multitudes go throng^ing hy , 
Or)]y a lily, let it die. 



Till One, aKin^l^ Stranger stoops and picks it upj 
j\nd seems to clasp it to His breast despite the slimed muck 
I look aga:in in the evening li^ht , 
And behold the lily is pure and white. 



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WHEN I REMEMBER 

When I recall how Jesus died for me, 
How small a sacrifice can I e'er pay? 

My all seems nothing but a paltry fee 
For such Salvation and immortal day. 

When I in trials must bear the furnace fire, 
As God sees fit to burn away the dross, 

I scorn the fierce embers of desire 
When in their glow I see the cross. 

When in sorrow, I suffering bow. 

How hard it seems, till through the tears 

I catch a glimpse of Calvary's brow ! 
Then all my sadness disappears. 

When all goes well and skies are fair. 
As heaven floods my path of life. 

My glory is that I am there 

Because He bore the pain and strife. 



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22 



JESUS OR—? 

Just for a handful of gold you reject Him, 

Just for a pleasure that fades with the day ; 
Just for a seeming joy, naught but a phantom, 

Ashes for beauty, the price that you pay. 
This in exchange for a life that is holy, 

This for an unsullied character, pure ; 
This for a soul that is sanctified wholly, 

Ashes for beauty because of sin's lure. 

One wild, mad carnival, then all is over, 

With hell's shout of triumph and angels in tears ; 
One more life wasted, another soul fallen, 

Christ is re-crucified and judgment nears. 
Pause ye in pleasure's heat; soul, is it worth it? 

What do you get for the price that you pay ? 
Are thy joys real? do they fill up the aching void? 

Is it a soul's worth, the price to be gay? 



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IN LIFE--IN DEATH 

If by my life I help another soul 
To find its Maker and to reach the goal 
Of happiness and that eternal shore 
Marked out by Him who trod the way before, 
Then let me live. 

If by my suffering, sin's gates be torn ajar 
And light streams thro' that cometh from afar 
To help some mariner on life's stormy main, 
If such a sacrifice be but another's gain, 
Then give me pain. 

If but to die will help my brother find 
The love of Him, who bled for humankind; 
If loyalty to Christ will weld the bond 
That draws men to Him till the great beyond. 
Then come, come death. 



25 




THE QUESTION OF HAPPINESS" 

The cost of joy, is it a priceless thing-, 
Or can the vast exchange of human wealth, 
Poured out at Mammon's feet the jewel bring; 
Can genius or learning, force or stealth ? 

Man grasping pleasure, finds it but a wraith, 
Pouring its dregs from out a gilded bowl. 
Oh God! where can he satisfaction find? 
Not for a human longing, but the soul. 

The mortal craves its joy in things of earth, 
But the immortal soars to higher realms ; 
There is no satisfaction in the halls of mirth, 
Nor in the blaze of earthly diadems. 

One way there is, and only one, to find 
Real harmony for body, mind and soul, 
In Jesus Christ, slain by the very kind 
He came to save and once again make whole. 

There shall the troubled spirit find its rest 
From buffeting with adverse wind and stream. 
Would you be happy? in Him end the quest, 
And thro' Salvation realize thy dream. 



26 



WITHIN THE VEIL 

Hidden within the veil with Thee — 
Captive I am, oh Lord, yet free ; 
Secure despite the storms that rage, 
Calm and at rest since Thou canst save. 
For whom does mark the sparrow's fall 
Will never slight my faintest call. 

When in the hush of night I lie, 

And gaze into the boundless sky, 

Or view the tempestuous ocean wild — ■ 

I nestle closer, still thy child — 

And feel Thy wondrous power to save 

From evil's overwhelming wave. 

So stronger grow this faith of mine, 
Not in my strength but Lord in thine, 
Until death rends the mortal veil 
And every human agent fail — 
Then nothing hidden I shall see — 
Within the veil, dear Lord, with Thee. 



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28, 



VOICES 

Life is passing, surely passing, 
Time is leading on to death ; 
Death but ends life's short probation, 
Souls live on when fails man's breath. 
Wise the mortal who has chosen, 
'Mid the voices of the night, 
Jesus Christ and His salvation. 
And for Him to live and fight. 

Never was a greater mission, 
Never was a nobler quest 
Than to brave the powers of evil. 
Deeming duty Christ's request. 
Buckle on the gleaming armour, 
Sword of truth and shield of faith, 
Never heeding phantom voices 
Whispering through every wraith. 

Fame and pleasure, wealth and luxury 
And a seeming happiness too, 
Are but decoys of the evil 
Striving to defeat the true; 
Mask-ed Satan tempting proffers 
All the world, its glory, too. 
But the voice of Jesus whispers, 
"Follow me, I died for you." 



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LOSING'S FIXDIXG 

Shall I go rake the earth to riches lind, 

For gems explore the sea? 
Xo. there are jewels of another kind 

In Christ for me. 

Shall I build airy castles where to dwell , 

Or great ambition see ? 
X'o. but of one fair kinerlv form I'll tell 



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Enthroned in me. 



Shall I crave knowledge, seek in human lore 

A superman to be? 
X'o. let my wisdom be in Him who holds the store. 

Of heaven for me. 

Shall I be least of whom the world may sing, 

Christ's servant be. 
Ves. for who e'er will lose his life for Him. 

Saves it eternallv. 



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HE LEADETH ME 

There was a time when Jesus Christ's salvation 

Was to me but an ideal higher up, a station 

To be attained by gradual building on. 

My own good works the props to lean upon ; 

'Till one fair evening at the set of sun 

A many-spired city 1 among. 

Walking and musing, heard not far away 

The singing of a hymn, fitting close to day. 

"He leadeth me" the voices sang! 

Poor songsters with a strangely nasal tw^ang. 

But thro' it rang a music not of earth, 

Discovering to my soul celestial worth. 

'Twas but a little missionary band, 

Humble they seemed, but their pure faces bore 

A light that only once I'd seen before. 

The glow^ that lit my mother's face when she 

Passed out into the great eternity. 

They said they lived by faith and spent their 
lives for Him. 

Who died to take away their every sin. 

That night the tears perforce would steal adow^n 

As I walked homeward thro' the giddy town. 

What crowds were here, but I saw only Christ 

And longed in Him to have my soul sufficed. 

To cut my story short, a' year passed by 

In which I learned of Him, and cast the die, 

Just as must all who hearing heed the call 

To follow where He leads, and give up all. 

How happy am I. now a member of the throng 

I heard that evening sing salvation's song. 

And as the years pass on I many a sunset see. 

But of myself 1 sing, "He leadeth me." 



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34 



HUMANITY IN THE COILS OF SIN 

Humanity, bending beneath the curse with sorrow and 

woe and shame, 
Crushed are thy wings of holiness, forgotten Jesus' 

name. 

Thou image of Almighty God hast fallen a prey to sin 
And gone is thine only glory, "the spirit of truth within." 

But towering above the chaos of earth a cross forever 
stands, 

And against the breaking light of dawn are stretched 
two wounded hands. 

The hope of all the ages lies in that crucified form, 
Stricken for blind humanity, groping amidst the storm. 

And you who in wild ambition forget the name of Christ. 
Tho' you may gain the whole wide world, will never be 
sufiiced. 

For happiness is with Jesus, Salvation comes thro Him, 
Dispensing the. night of sorrow and lighting the soul 
within> 



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86 



THE DAWN OF SALVATION 

Crucified, the Savior martyred, His salvation floods the 
dawn, 

And the hope of all the ages spreads abroad from that 
pale form ; 

From the world God's wing-ed morning tears the veil of 
night away, 

For there l^reaks athw^art the heavens, light of never- 
failing day. 

Men may scoff, but truth will ever stand when men 

have ceased to be, 
Thiie with God is but a moment, moment's but eternity; 

x\nd His purposes move onward with the surety of 
death ; 

Man were wise if he remembered life is but a fleeting 
breath. 

For the cycles of a never-ending sure eternity 

Hold the soul of every mortal in that state he chose 
to be ; 

Life is but a short probation, good and evil mark its 
ways, 

Hell's abyss is not a phantom, Christ is still the light of 
days. 

God's ne'er failing w^ord forever stands 'mid ruin and 
decay, 

Every promise of the Bible is fulfilled or waits its day ; 

And the time is drawing nearer when the Lord of Hosts 
shall come. 

Reigning here on earth with those for whom His death 
was life begun. 

Yours the sowing, yours the reaping, yours the joy or 
grief that day, 

When the great archangel summons, not a soul but must 
obey ; 

Will you be among the 1)lood-washed clad in robes of 

spotless white. 
In the train of Him who suffered on the cross to give 

you light? 



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38 



FOLLOW ON 

The twilight deepens, the dim moon brightens — 

Over the river that seaward flows, 
The sun has set but a glory brightens 

The afterglow as a flaming rose. 

And I who linger in meditation, 

Remember those gone on before — 
Who gave up all friends, home and nation, 

For Jesus Christ and the cross He bore. 

They left the world and its seeming beauty. 

Counting as loss what men call gain, 
But they made a stand in the path of duty 

That we might hear of a Savior's name. 

In the deepening gloam I see their faces 
Pale with the hues of a martyr's death, 

And ever a message their memory traces, — 
'^Follow on, follow on" its whispering breath. 

Thy brother's in danger, thou art his keeper; 

Go bid him enter the lists of the saved. 
Morning cometh, go rouse the sleeper 

Lest his name with the lost be eternally graved. 

A day, and we pass, but the soul for ever 
Lives on thro' the countless years to come. 

Serve God and the psalm of thy brave endeavor 
Shall win the glory of Christ's 'Svell done." 



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Branforp Claire 

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J4er l])p to %'iTiystic\vater5 am dTe(iji[lil(e ^^et slroi]^, 

AV as a drenin^ oj teaiit)! 5l(e (oow^ ii|_tt(.(ia/i|i)iQ^|(eflni, 
J4er i(p[t ]^\t s\(\\i ojZioif aiji l^er cojitains Christ Reerr^. 
Of[ \/oi|i[rous state!)! Vessd out qi( ti|e treactieroas t i de. 
Nau|l(t ii\trt stoj) ll|^ sdiiirj^ oi[, oij to tl(e otl(tr si Ae . 

Steadily iT(al(i'i\j l|eadw/Qy Vi^tfl tk niil-Aays cimre ()t(ie., 
*" Or breal(i"ri^ a^oldeT[ seaway tf|at ([eratds tl(e syijset hwj 
Or(ti[r(}'t}iediisl(aTi(i.tw)[ii£l)t is JlTitvs «( n^iit eTisVflui^ 
Mist dispersed by Tr[floi\ii|lit. at tfje |bassir[^ o|a ctoua, 
A cloui moTij flT[e oj n^ai^y tljat f^ave sljawed Jcr crei/tr(j((/e, 
But slje stilt sails o)| ai|a sa'ti]j^ will reacl(tl|totl|eT 5iie. 
T/je rnslj 0/ a tl|0(/5a)|i tei7[|)ests, ife sur^ii]^ of hnims liii\, 
Mid dttTi^ers seeTi qi u?(see)( 5l|p sitilL is /)assii?£ ^y . 
Slj€ spreads l|er sails a^ reejs tjjerrj accoriir^^ Idktrefie, 
Aiid)[eeds t[o birei^ n\i;s)c secdict/ve o'er [fie seas. 
Mast Hfla ere see)|t^)s i/essel i|ot iriiit iy )i|orta[ /ja/jis 
Or [[eard oj tt(at /^edeer)|-ei Ijost ty w/JicIf ?l|nl[ip 15 n|«i)i|ed? 
No iT|ortat "is barred a/jassaje yil\o Will lett/etl}etf{iij^Joj sod, 
Wl(fl seei(s arid jirids <3aivai)0Ti sa^ts M/il/j%cl|urc^o/^od. 



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THE CHURCH OF GOD 

Facing forward press the warfare, 

We shall win in Jesus' might, 
Hero saints who fought before us, 

Gained the ground on which wt fight, 
Now the holy ranks of heaven, 

Watch us battle thro' the night, — 
Following the cross of Jesus 

Streaming out its glorious light. 

He still leads us in the conflict, 

'Gainst the mighty foes w^e meet. 
Great the danger, greater courage, 

Tho' all hell with us compete. 
God is ever fighting for us 

And our armor is complete. 
What have we to fear with Jesus, 

He has never known defeat? 

We are but a little army — 

Fighting 'gainst unnumbered foes ; 
But since God is ever with us, 

Trust, howe'er the battle goes. 
Tho' it seems we are defeated. 

All is well, for Jesus knows; 
He will lead to certain conquest ; 

Victory whatsoe'er oppose. 

As an army strong with banners, 

Terrible, we onward plod ; 
For the Lord of Hosts directs us. 

In the steps that Jesus trod. 
In the tracks of saints and martyrs. 

In God's hand a mighty rod — 
Pure, without a spot or wrinkle, 

Marches on the Church of God. 



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42 



"THE SOUL THAT SHINETH AS A STAR" 

"Seek him that maketh the seven stars and Orion, and 
turneth the shadow of death into the morning, and maketh the 
day dark with night; that calleth for the waters of the sea, 
and poureth them out upon the face of the earth: The Lord 
i^, his name" (Amos 5:8). 

Out in the A^asts beyond all human ken 
(Thought in itself o'erwhelming unto men) 
There moves the endless universe of spheres, 
Of which but little unto eye appears. 
And man a tiny midge upon the brink — 
Of the eternal future strives to think 
Away the God whose illimitable hands 
Swung into space the earth on which he stands. 

The gleaming dome of night forever cries — 
God in the bright procession of its skies 
Tho' but the fringe of that triumphant march 
Which spans the infinite of His celestial arch, 
Stretching far out beyond the poles of science 
Bidding all human intellect defiance ; 
Warning that knowledge is a futile goal, 
And calling men to cultivate the soul. 

The influence of the Pleiades is God, 
He only can unloose the Orion rod, 
Or bring forth Mazzaroth from in his season 
And guide Arcturus out beyond man's reason. 
Visioned in stars, Jehovah's hand appears — 
Playing that harmony of the terrestrial spheres 
Which drowns the atheistic in its swell 
And warns mankind from an eternal hell. 

Ye marshaled hosts of stars in bright array. 
Symbol the march of souls to God's great day — - 
When that which seemed the least and humble one 
May in diviner vision be a blazing sun. 
Taking its reflex where no night can bar 
From Jesus Christ the bright and morning Star, 
And so who shines in Him however small 
May prove to be the greatest of them all. 



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44 



"GOD KEEP ME STRONG" 

God keep me strong, not in myself, but Thee, 
That I may hold m}' Savior's trust to me, 
And failing- not, help others find the way 
Frcm darkness unto thine eternal day. 

God keep me strong when evils surge around, 
Help me to hold the pearl which I have found, 
That in its brightness some soul seeing Thee 
May thro' Redemption be forever free. 

God keep me strong in love and faith and grace, 
Living for Thee whate'er the time or place ; 
"And may Thy guardian angels stay near by" 
Until to live forever I shall die. 

God keep me strong until the conflict ends, 
I-ntil the way thro' heaven's portal wends. 
Triumphant thro' my Savior on that shore 
Over the struggles that shall be no more. 



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And on ihdr fetters Was hainiMftv*tI the vvord carnatityj 

4n sjjfte of this I hattUd on nn^ ub"yn<ictinj^ ttianjr h«:avy oiAs", 

j^ift strenpih to ovcroc^ne s«fcrnftd:io shine i*Hro'thc vromiUrf ul armor I had «n . 






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And now raised my hand in ihanks for the victory , 

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SOUL, IS IT YOU? 

Strange are the scenes enacted round us all, unviewed 
By our poor baffled eyes which cannot probe between 
The veil of man's mortality to that beyond. 
By hopes and longings, dreams and visions fond. 
Yet we in them must play an awful part. 
Since seals man's destiny his attitude of heart. 
Eyes that of evil glitter thro' the night 
To fascinate and draw, as snakelike, bright. 
They magnetize the soul that gazes back, and deems 
To look on past the warning hand between ; 
Hand of the Savior, nail-torn, pure and white. 
Flashing God's signal thro' the steely night. 
Light of the world, himself that light, 
Fountain of holiness, truth and all that's right. 
He suffered every pain by mortal known, 
That thro' His blood man could salvation own. 
Despite this sacrifice souls pass Him by 
And angels weep as sounds the midnight cry 
• Of sin's foul legions harsh, triumphant note 
As o'er another wTCck-ed bark they gloat. 
Soul, is it you that scorns the only hope, 
You, with your heartache's burden of old sins ; 
Without a star to guide you o'er the deep. 
Without the Steersman who alone can keep? 
Soul, in the name of God Almighty pause, 
Put to the test this Jesus and His cause. 
God reads the heart and if you are sincere, 
Salvation's joy unspeakable is near. 



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THE SHEPHERD 

Shepherd, lead mankind from darkness, lead them out into the 
dawn, 

Lead from sin unto salvation, lead from night to brightest morn; 

Lead us safely past the mirage, phantom pleasures, sandy tracts, 

Through life's surging, sin-swept ocean, evil's roaring cataracts. 

Lead us on to do Thy bidding, winning others unto Thee, 
That the lowest reach the highest, that a blinded world may see; 
Lead us on, may we not falter, howe'er dangerous our part. 
Though the tended in derision wound his helper to the heart 

Lead though centuries behind us, tell of sufferings mart^^rs bore, 
Never wounds or anguish deeper than our loving Savior wore; 
Lead us, Lord, and grant us ever grace sufficient to the day, 
Ours is not to quail or falter, but to follow in the way. 

Lead us on and we will glory in the following, in the cross, 
That to Thee we may win others, ever counting all things loss ; 
Lead until the day is over and the welcome home is nigh, 
Till wc join Thy blood-washed children, never, never more to die. 



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Vjewea hy One unseen . 

1 my land, the lands of,]iumankind 
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Your God and ray Cxoa 
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And they're ali the same to Htm , 
Who died for joit and died for me 
_"^^ To set us free from &in. 

Your soul and my soal He's bought ai awful cost, 
j^ecause He^isfaur Savior, because He loved i}\t lost. 




"NO NEUTRALITY" 

Every mortal stands for Jesus, or is on the other side. 
Men must fight for good or evil, God has called them to 

decide, 
For the serried ranks of darkness or the shining' hosts 

of light, 
With the goats upon the left hand or the sheep upon 

the right. 

God, respecter of no persons, calls them, learn-ed or 

uncouth. 
To desert the ways of error and to keep abreast of truth ; 
Lo, her camp-fires gleam before us and the night is 

streaked with day. 
Soon in all millennial glory He shall reign, who led the 

way. 

In the sight of great Jehovah you can never neutral be, 
But must bear the mark of Satan till the blood has made 

you free. 
Wise the man whose prayer petitions God, that shackel- 

ed, he may be 
Thro' the sacrifice of Jesus, loos-ed with Salvation's key. 



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\},!§^'''-£mP^^^^^ W^ A^ I JOUI?MEY ON 
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LIFE'S RECORDS 

No man can live unto himself, for he 

Perforce must influence others. Tho' he never see 

The effects of one short hour, foul or fair, 

When life is over he shall find it there. 

No action whatsoever, good or ill 

Ends in itself, but travels on until 

Eternity shall make its records bare,: — 

A life of blessing or of curse and care. 

Men would to hide the error and the sin, 

But deftest camouflage seems transparent, thin, 

And in the waking hours of every soul 

Conscience repeats, "God knows, God knows the whole." 

His unseen fingers record life where'er 

Its moments fleeting leave some fruitage there ; 

Whether it be upon the rocks and trees 

Or in the whispers of a passing breeze ; 

All is transcribed, even at watch of night 

When light of stars or moonbeams catch in flight 

The impress of some noble deed and true, 

Until Jehovah calls the name of "you;" 

Yes, "you" whom even now are wafting Him 

A glorious record or ignoble sin. 

Ye cannot serve both God and mammon too. 

Whom are you serving, oh my brother, who? 

If still in sin 'tis not too late to pray 

That Jesus' blood may wash your guilt away, -^ 

And what is left of life for you canl still record 

A scroll of light and service for the Lord. 



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54 



BY FAITH 

When life is difficult, by faith I see 
Almighty form and strong, walking with me, 
Bidding me trust. How can I fearful be, 
Savior with thee? 

When life is dark, by faith I feel 
Responding hand-clasp strong to mine appeal. 
When hopelessness and doubts my pearl would steal. 
Thou, Lord, art real. 

When life is chaos, then by faith I hear 

A strong voice whisper, "Trust, why should'st thou 

fear?" 
And this message that I hold most dear, 
''Jesus is near." 

W^hen life is ending, then by faith to know 
A glorious heaven awaits, to which I go. 
Not in a merit of mine o^vn, but Calvary's flow. 
Thou who hast loved me so. 



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Mljt hit ''^Always ^appy'' 

i&ranford Clarke J 

|)^h|rc*s an isle called *^lways haj)})/' , 
o<^t in s«as of calm and |>eac^, V /' 

^A^here flowers of love and j>urity 

In blossom never cease , 
-Where the soul can rest serenely 
Nealh «hade of ioys increase . 

To reach it you "mast board a shij*^ 

One of Cod's golden fleece. 



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l3i>T |>tloi iken will sail you 

bown "Salvation's" flowinp stream^ 

^y temptirtjg wraith atid fjhantow 

^y mii^a^e and by dream; / 

S\it if yoLi stay on board her ^ 

Soon will a|5f>ear the^leam^. 

^Perfection's sea of "Holiness" 

Where this isle has ©ver been. 













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^'BEULAH" 

I've found the land so wondrous, fragrant, vast, 

Where all is undefiled, with strife and folly past. 

Here are the miracles only God can do, 

Here are my secret dreams and hopes come true. 

And best of all, the landscape is a-gleam 

With His dear presence who could deem 

It worth His while to leave a realm of bliss 

To suffer and to die that we be His. 

Oh land of Beulah, glad I am to see 

Those shores which but* for Him could never be. 

Tho' in it, I am not of this world's sod 

But of a realm whose boundaries are God. 

A citizen of Zion's crystal strand. 

In happiness I now explore the land 

Whose vales and forests, hills and shadowy plains 

Stretch out in loveliness that knows no mortal strains 

In life renewed, resplendent, ever young, 

A harmony of His perfection sung 

By the flowers, greensward, and the trees. 

The little hills and ev'ry mountain breeze. 

Here sunbeams dance to melodies of joy 

And clouds in beauty know no storm's alloy. 

The leafy, bloom-fleeced lake and stream 

Reflect celestial view as tho' it were a dream. 

But oh 'tis real and all may find its shores 

W^ho follow in the way of God's great laws. 

The way of holiness, that ''way within a way," 

Whose finding will for you be Beulah day. 



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FAITH 

When it seems that God can't hear us, 
Tho' in prayer the head is bowed, 
Then by faith 1 hear my Jesus, 
And a rainbow spans the cloud. 

When the din and noise of Babel 
Jar my soul, and doubtings tell. 
Then I listen at God's cable, 
Angel notes the story tell. 

When life holds the chill of winter, 
Ne'er a flower, all seems drear. 
Then I in His presence linger 
And behold the springtime's here. 

When the dreary mists of doubting 
Fog my soul in gloom opprest. 
Then I glory in the serving 
Spreading joy at His behest. 



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JESUS IS NEAR 

What tho' bitter waves of woe 
O'er life's bark may rear? 

What if stormy winds do blow? 
Jesus is near. 

What tho' wrong may seem to win? 

Fight on, never fear, 
Right will triumph over sin, — 

Jesus is near. 

What tho' loved ones have gone home. 
And the world seems drear? 

When we seem the most alone, 
Jesus is near. 

What tho' earthly anchors fail? 

Life is but a bier, 
Faith will hold within the veil, 

Jesus is near. 

Be a hero, evil hate. 

Truth will make all clear. 

Love has conquered over fate, 
Jesus is near. 



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THE DEVIL 

The devil is a gentleman, — ye mortals may be smart, 
But he knows about your etiquette and thro' it wins 

the heart. 
Be ye fashionable or humble, he's always, "Oh, so nice!" 
And if you will but take the bait, he cares not what 

the spice. 

The devil is an actor with the whole world for a stage, 
And he dons a different costume every new soul to 

engage. 
Be it beggar, king or hero, with hypnotic power he'll 

play. 

The soul's at stake and he must take chances while he 
may. 

The devil is an artist, — what pictures he can make ! 
They seem so real and beautiful until at last you take 
The step of Darwin's monkey to warm him at the lire, 
Painted on frigid canvas, but to entice desire. 

The devil is an angel — how he can play the saint. 

As lie gives sin benediction and says there is no taint ! 

''This can't be wrong," and "That's all right." — he 

knows the way to talk. 
How innocent the simple web until the victim's caught ! 

The devil is a hypocrite, pretending every part. 
In truth he is all evil and everything that's dark. 
One other thing he is, and this is well for you and me. 
The devil is a coward, "resist him and he'll flee." 



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"CONVERSION" 

"Out from the old into the new," 
This is the message that I bring to you. 
No dream or vision hoped for or to be — - 
I live on earth but heaven lives in me. 
'Tis in my heart and in the spirit I 
Am part of heaven, even e'er I die. 
How wonderful it is to dwell with God, 
And see His workings even thro' the rod 
Of trials, testings, and the furnace fires 
In mercy sent by Him to draw us higher. 
When in some latest watch His angel brings 
Comfort and grace, I surely hear its wings 
Beating against the fragile veils of time, 
Calling me on and on to th^^ divine. 
And oh how often at the close of day 
As panoply of evening fades away, 
There thro' it sunset portieres appears a view, 
A glimpse of what shall be for me and you. 



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The fear of the Lord is the begimiifl^ ^^'L. 
oF wisdom. Prov- g:io. 

en boast of all their knowledge, 
Of the sciences they Know, 
— They'll tell you. where you cawe from 
Ba.t are doubtfal where you'll jo?) 
they cAn alyvays ^ive a reason f 
Why and wherefore this and that. 
Always? until you ask them 
WHy the white KeartsJ why the WacX?. 



ust an oHslmaTy question 
J&ut. it thwarts the -mind of man, 
Taming back his thoagMs from learn/n^ 
To his mothers knees a^ainj 
Wher-e she taught of Om, a Shepherd^ 
Of a Kingdom here within; 
That the pure heart is of Jesus^ 
That the carnal came from sin. 



11 the knowledge of the ages 
Cannot change a heart of ju.ile; 

Carnality abides within 



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THE BATTLE 

There's a battle that every soul must fight 

A battle to win or lose, 
And every man's for the wrong or right, 

There's no neutral ground to choose. 
But God's with those who will scale the heights, 

And God can never lose. 

Not the bloody warfare that stains this earth, 

But a battle fiercer still ; 
No marshaled hosts but a few of worth 

Who are Christ's because they will, 
And fear not death whilst they have that birth 

No human force can kill. 

'Tis a struggle that never wins applaud 
From the crowd which passeth by ; 

But it ranks earth's heroes led by our Lord 
Who held it gain to die — 

That dying, Salvation's radiance poured — ■ 
From the blood-stained cross on high. 

All other conflicts will count for naught 
When the knell of doom shall toll, 

Christ's battle has our salvation wrou^^'ht 
Wliilst the endless ages roll. 

The bravest battle that can be fought 
Ls the battle of the soul. 

For Jesus fight whilst it is day, 

The night will soon be here. 
When called by death the ranks away, 

Thy body upon a bier ; 
The soul shall flash as a shining ray 

To that land all saints hold dear. 



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ZAREPHATH 

Massed on the dawnlight, lies 
Against the far magnificence of skies, 
Zarephath, by angel footsteps trod, 
Her tenant sou^s inhabited by God. 

Splendor of light without on every pyre, 
Within, her altars yield a purer fire. 
Naught but the sacrifice of all sufficed 
Her people's love, uprising unto Christ. 

The^^ shafted rays of dawn her symbols are 
Touching God's ruined temples, souls afar. 
Lost in the night until salvation breaks, 
Her every herald pure its message takes. 

As ashen armies of the sky's blue deeps 
Are beautiful, when light their rampart sweeps ; 
So, day by day, they stem the tides of sin ; 
His body strong, all glorious within. 

Till fades the mellow sunset of life's day. 
Fleeting, its earthly beauty dies away. 
Leaving the tranquil, silvery evening' star. 
So their pure souls shall shine in heaven afar. 

Only at this world's passing shall we face 

The good she wrought her range of influence trace. 

Zarephath by day, a rainbow in the skies, 

By night, a beacon, at which darkness flies. 



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70 



THE OCEAN AT NIGHT 

Moonlight, a shimmering pathway, 
Reaching across the sea. 
Jesus a track illumines 
For you and me. 

Night, but the stars of promise, 
Hopes far beyond the tomb. 
Pilot on life's great ocean, 
Guide Thou me home. 

Restless and surging waters. 
Grave of unnumbered griefs. 
Soon we shall make our harbor 
Despite the reefs. 

Strains of celestial music 
Sounding across the main, 
Angels and loved ones welcome 
Heaven's refrain. 



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72 



MILESTONES 

I walked a mile with Fame, 
She Queen and I a King; 
A short and joyless reign 
Is all that fame could bring. 

I walked a mile w^ith Pleasure, 
She laughing seemed all joy, 
But soon I found her measure- 
A glittering empty toy. 

I walked a mi^e with Riches, 
Saw all that wealth could buy. 
Except a pass to heaven , 

When I must come to die. 

I walked a mile with Evil, 
His train had all of these, 
But still I was not happy, 
Despite his powders to please. 

I walked a mile with Sorrow, 
She brought me tears and pain, 
But taught me many lessons 
I'll ne'er forget again. 

Through her I found the Savior, 
When every friend had gone. 
Who taught me of Salvation 
And filled my heart with song. 

Now as I pass the Milestones, 
I want no other friend ; 
With Jesus life is heaven. 
That death can never end. 



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''TAKE HEART" 

Take heart for morning cometh. 

And dawn is in the sky. 
The clouds of night are passing 

And Jesus draweth nigh. 
Through faith thy soul shall see Him, 

Approaching o'er the deep, 
He'll come tho' 'tis the fourth watch, 

His promises to keep. 

Take heart since He has promised. 

For Jesus never fails, 
Thy prayer tho' seemiing futile 

Since thou are His prevails. 
He'll answer when 'tis best for thee 

Be patient, keep faith strong, 
And you shall touch His garment 

Despite the crowds that throng. 

Take heart the storm is passing, 

The Master will not sleep, 
But hears His children's prayers 

To calm the angry deep. 
Pray on, and with obedience 

The victory is sure. 
God is in heaven to answer, 

His promises are law. 

Take heart, in trial rejoicing. 

For Jesus lets it come — 
To test the mettle of thy trust 

And see a victory won. 
The trial of thy faith's to Him 

More precious far than gold ; 
Refining thro' the furnaces 

Thou shalt the better mould. 



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76 



HEAVEN IN THE HEART 

There's heaven here within the heart, 
For those who will stop to take it, 
And celestial music all around 
For who-so-e'er will wake it ; 
And the angels of the Lord will camp 
Round those whose faith can see them, 
If Jesus Christ is on the throne 
Of the kingdom that's within them. 

There's heaven here within the heart 
Of those who live for others, 
''As unto these, so unto Me", 
For the least are still thy brothers. 
What glory surges o'er the soul 
When we choose that better part, 
Then, heaven is not in a distant sphere 
But here within the heart. 

No need to wait till the end of life, 

That dark clouds may be rifted, 

You can live right here (if you live for God) 

W^ith a soul for aye uplifted ; 

For the better land you have longed to reach 

Is not in a distant part. 

But to those who are wholly pure in Christ, 

Heaven's here within the heart. 



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78 



THE VOYAGE OF LIFE 

There is a voyage every soul must take, 
An ocean vast and treacherous to cross ; 

Can such a frail bark the passage make, 

When tempests roar and billows wildly toss? 

There is a power that every soul must meet, 
An evil that would mask the signal light, 

Which flashing down the ages help man keep 
His course amid the dangers of the night. 

There is a Steersman who can see us o'er. 

Who. loves Flis children, hears their fervent prayer ; 

One who to save us passed that way before. 

Came down from heaven to guide His followers there. 

There is a Savior who is waiting now. 

To pilot your frail bark and steer you through ; 

Launch out upon His great immortal vow, 
Salvation for His children is for you. 



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iMJc wUo cla.rc to WtUc sin 

Strujigt* on afllil tKc Istsi , 

fi« must f igW wKo wouU to win.- 

Stana pst. 

^iKftii tlie battle's nearly lost , 

With iKc I^our oi succor jiast, | 

TtUo' ye st^gj^cr" Mi tU« cost - | 

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4_ct tiot faiiK be cvercHst, ||, 

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"RIGHT WILL WIN" 

The world may totter, nations fall, but right 
Exemplified in Christ will spread its light, 
Despite the onward swinging tides of hell ; 
'Twas not in vain the saints and martyrs fell. 
So, who would follow on, be brave and fight, 
That truth prevail and sin be put to flight. 

Today, MARS' searing flame burns deep and cruel ; 

Tomorrow, men shall see that God must rule, 

P'or in the very wrath of humankind 

He will get glory, and the nations find 

That they must reap whatever has been sown. 

That sin's the soil in which war's scourge has grown. 

And whilst our countrymen can die to save 

The threatened liberty of man, shall we less brave 

Hold back God's piercing, double-edged sword 

And cry, "Peace, peace," whilst pure His blood is 
poured? 

No, no, God's truth is marching on, despite 

The pain and travail of the birth of right. 



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Bear fheir cross ujj Calvary 
That souls be new-born! 



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"LOVE IS NOT LOVE THAT KNOWS NO 

SACRIFICE." 

He wanted to go, but his friends said "No", 

So he weakened and stayed with them, 
Whilst the saints marched on, tho' not so strong, 

But that they needed such men. 
He wanted to sail on the hero's trail. 

And battle it out for Christ ; 
But the world said "No, let other's go, 

Till of me you are sufficed." 

He wanted to go but his head said "No", 

And reason argues strong; 
But he had to confess that his heart said "Yes", 

And he Avanted to go along. 
But held and bound in the daily round. 

By the toils of worldly gain, 
He turned and trod from the call of God, 

And it never came again. 

He wanted to go, but voices said "No", 

Like Lot's wife, he turned around, 
A fatal step no soul shall forget 

Tho' the body's under ground. 
Thy friends may chafe to keep thee safe. 

But for Christ's sake pay the price. 
That all heaven above may know thy love 

Is equal to sacrifice. 



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THE NEW YEAR FOR JESUS 

The old year fades as hues of sunset die, 

A new one dawning breaks across life's sky ; 

V/here'er its tracks may lead, Lord, let them be 
With Thee. 

Visions of mirage o'er its deserts lie. 

Oft in the night false beacons fill its sky. 

But may the way be, Lord, whate'er I see 
With Thee. 

And as time takes its course, and hours fly. 

May every moment store a jewel on high, 

Treasures of love and service that shall be 
For Thee. 

And thou, O reader, may God help to give 

All that thou hast and art, and so to live 

That He in this new year, and always, still shall b: 
With Thee. 



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86 



^'IN REMEMBRANCE" 

A little child, Lord, King of kings; 
For men the vaults of heaven rings, 
Celestial music steals along, 
The message of a deathless song. 
O God, the heart of man remind 
Of Him who suffered for His kind ! 

A little child, supreme o'er all. 
His cradle, but an empty stall ; 
Herald Him, ye celestial choir, 
Hail His descent to lift men higher. 
O God, remind this fallen race 
Of Him who suffered in their place ! 

A little child, type of the plan 

Thro' which salvation comes to man ; 

The wise men's frankincense and myrrh 

Symbol the choice they should prefer. 

O God, remind the souls of men 

Of Him who bore the cross for them ! 

Remind them. Lord, and may they see 

The veil of sin obscuring Thee 

Torn back, and heaven's radiance pour 

Lito the heart salvation's store. 

Reminded of Thy Christmas dawn 

Be Fouls into the kingdom born. 



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88 



"GOOD-BYE OLD YEAR" 

Good-bye, old year, for you must go, 
And one more page of life must close. 

With all its blessings, joy and woe. 
When we shall meet again, God knows. 

He keeps all records in the sky, 

Till then, old year, good-bye, good-bye. 

Good-bye, old year, your season o'er, 
The green of spring, the summer sun. 

The autumn leaves, are here no more, 
And winter snows have now begun ; 

True to the seasons, how they fly ! 

Good-bye, old year, good-bye, good-bye. 

Good-bye, old year, another comes, 
A new year laden down with hopes ; 

In it may every child that runs. 

Win in life's race whate'er he copes. 

Farewell, the bells ring out on high. 

New Year, ring in, Old Year, good-bye. 



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90 



THE SONG OF THE GRATEFUL HEART 

Eternal Father, who hast made the earth so bright, 

I thank Thee for its beauty, splendor, and light. 

Oft in the day, at dawning, or at eve, 

My heart a grateful hymn of praise will breathe 

For all the wonders that confront my view, 

Expressing Thee in vision ever new. 

I love to look across the world 

And watch the panoply of dawn unfurled. 

And thank my God, that as the years roll on 

They find me nearer, nearer to His Son. 

I see the fertile plains and hills so green 

Their verdure rippling with mid-day sheen. 

And know that He who placed each tendril there 

Keeps me in mind, that I, too, am His care ; 

Who greens the grass-blade waving to the breeze 

And builds the buttress'd limbs of giant trees, 

That when in storm they bend and groan and sway. 

Their strength may be sufficient to the day ; 

The day whose glory gathers in the west 

When evening splendors pass, and tranquil rest 

Steals o'er the earth, and deepening blue of night 

Reveals the hosts of heaven's starry light, , 

Emblems of souls that pass from earthly day 

To shine forever in the far away. 

And so my Father I do give Thee praise 

For every glimpse of heaven that meets my gaze. 

Inspiring me to live my life for Him 

Who gave His all for me, and conquered sin. 



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Flow on pure stream, celestial in thy beauty, 

To cleanse the stains of sin, thy course of duty ; 

Unfathomcd and resistless rising tide 

Surge on, surge on to near and far and wide. 

Th'ne hymn is echoing down the aions of time 

The story of love's climax, that event sublime, 

Chan;ing salvation to a fallen world, 

Whi^h but for Christ to nothingness was hurled. 

When gleamed the rainbow of eternal hope, 

As nirht passed out and golden morning broke 

There dawn-ed in the path of thy transparent stream 

Glory of bfe where frigid death had been. 

Lilies and palms drink of that living spray 

And lift their beauty to the new-born dav. 

Where once was human wreck, God's image dwells again, 

And heaven reigns where had been tears and pain. 



O soul, draw near and bathe thy wounded heart, 

'Tis all that thou canst do, but it is thy part, 

And in the doing thou shalt touch the hem 

Of that pure garment of thy A/faker, when 

New life will break the flood-gates, and what joy 

Will pour its radiance where had been alloy. 



92 



TESTIMONY 

Oh, it is good to wake at dawn and pray, 
As breaks the light of morning thro' the gray ! 
Alone with God whilst nature's wakening hymn 
Stirs in the rustling leaves and birds that sing. 

To pray ere comes the changes of the hour 
Passing from sunshine, storm or silver shower; 
That grace and strength and love divine may be 
Sufficient, whatsoe'er may come to me. 

To pray that He will keep us holy pure, 
So sanctified thro' Him that we endure 
Until in death, the mortal passed away, 
We wake to brightness of eternal day. 

Oh, this fair glory of the east we view, 

Is as salvation proffered me and you. 

I thank my God His promises are true 

That I have sought and found. Have you? 
Have you? 



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94 



THE HEAVENLY LIGHT 

The sky was gray and I was sad, 

And the chords of hope were stilled ; 
The world seemed gloomy, nothing glad 

Till a voice my spirit thrilled ! 
Oh ! the landscape smiled, and the sky was blue- 
When the light ^of heaven came streaming thru'. 

What a gladness earth and sea distilled ! 

How^ the birds sang* sweet refrain 
As they flew away, away to the hills. 

Which echoed it back again. ■ 

New born of heart, I was singing too — 
When the light of heaven came streaming thru'. 

And glad am I that sorrow came, 

And I'll ne'er regret the storm. 
For through the travail and the pain 

My soul was newly born. 
Old things passed on and all was new — 
When the light of heaven came streaming thru'. 

I live, I breathe upon the earth, 

But my home is far away 
In a holier clime of untold worth — 

I'm here but for a day. 
In Christ, new born, I glimpsed its view. 
When the light of heaven came streaming thru'. 



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96 



"THE MASTER 

One grey and dreary evening 
When the rain-drops seemed as tears, 
Stood a poor old fiddler, scraping a tune 
As worn and old as his years. 

The busy throng all passed him by 
With never a word or a oift, 
Onl}^ a tramp in the gutter, 
A part of its scum and drift. 

When down the street there came a man 
S'jpreme in musical art. 
And S'^mething about the beggar 
Stopped him short Vv^ith a start. 

Be it curiosity, pit}', or God, 
He was touched, and went up to the man, 
Saying, "Lend me my friend your violin 
And I'll teach you what I can." 

Twas' only a cracked old fiddle. 
But played b}^ that master hand 
It gave such wondrous music 
That the crowd began to stand. 

The street with listeners soon was blocked 
Swayed by the glorious sounds, — 
It seemed as if angel choirs were there 
And the throng was on holy grounds. 

As soon as the genius ceased to play, 
There poured in a stream of gold. 
Enough to keep the aged man 
Frcm poverty and cold. 

Hovv' many broken instruments 
There are in the world today. 
Souls that in the hands of God 
Would glorious melody play! 

Toda}' Christ walks life's highways 
Seeking for you and I, — 
Surrender yourself an instrument 
Whose song shall never die. 



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98 



"THOUGHTLESS WORDS" 

One breath'd word and it flew apace 
Like a meteor star thro' night's blue space. 
''A thoughtless w^ord," but where's its end — - 
A wound that caused the life of a friend. 

A jocular moment, a flippant word, 
Only a joke, but the angels heard. 
And wept as they saw it find its goal 
And shatter forever the hope of a soul. 

A hasty word in a moment of trial, 
Too late for recall, too late for denial ; 
Swift as an arrow it found its mark, 
And ruined a life and broke a heart. 

A careless word, and a child nonplussed ; 
Betrayed is a little one's simple trust, 
A word put doubts where faith had been, 
God credits its author a cruel sin. 

Never a word but finds its goal 
To help or retard the flight of a soul. 
Be careful of words, their import's great. 
Once uttered, their recall may be too late. 



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You of the world with its tinsel and show, 

Does a voice ever whisper softly and low ; 

A voice to be heard despite grating and din, 

Above noise of cities and music of sin; 

O'er jeering and joking and laugh coarse and loud. 

Mid the hot musty air and the blundering crowd? 

Do you e'er hear a whisper that calls you from self, 

Away from the sordid, and rattle of pelf ; 

The poor shallow past with its glaring and taint. 

Day in and day out with no hope of restraint? 

Oh, the stifling unrest of the nerve-racking game. 

Yet what will you have at the end but a name? 

When death's pale rider has come and is past 

What shall the end of it be at the last? 

Hear ye the voice whilst it yet is day 

That bids 3^ou be ready to pass away. 

That still small voice which calls men up 

Away from raking amongst the muck, 

^Vhispering thro' every noble thing. 

Be it saintly life or birds that sing; 

The call of the sunset or stars' quiet light, 

Bidding you look beyond darkness and night; 

In the yearning you have for the fresh living rose, 

To wonders of nature, the pureness of snows; 

Creating a longing for fields far away, 

A home for the soul at the end of life's day. 

'Mid myriad voices, 'tis the call from on high, 

Of Jesus our Savior who for us could die, 

"Salvation ! Salvation !" ere life's journey's trod 

Oh hear ye the voice, 'tis the Spirit of God. 



100 



CONSCIENCE AND I 

*'Good-by," I said to conscience, 
"I want thee not, begone, 
Who comes when uninvited 
Discerning right from w^rong ! 
Whate'er thou art, thy mission 
Disturbs me, and I say, 
'There is no joy in pleasure 
When thou art in the way'." 

"Conscience, you call me, but my name 
Is Avritten in the sacred flame 
That flashes every soul within, 
A signal warning from all sin. 
You drug me with an hour gay, 
But must awaken to my sway ! 

I stay with men, however base. 

Until remorse does take my place. 

And then if ye of sin sufficed 

W^ill look above unto the Christ, 

Thou'll learn that tears and seeming rod, 

Were after all, the voice of God." 



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102 



"THE TESTIMONY OF NATURE" 

God talks in the breath of flowers, 
Thro' the shimmering of trees, 

His message the wood embowers 
And He whispers o'er the breeze. 

The ceaseless surge of the ocean, 

Breaking along the shore, 
Resounds in perpetual motion 

God in its calm and roar. 

The mountains in their grandeur 

Are monuments of Him, 
Whilst dressed in wondrous verdure, 

The hills and valleys sing. 

The pageant of the heavens. 
The clouds and the sunlit sky. 

The splendor of dawn and sunset. 
Witness for God on high. 

The fading landscape, the sombre pine 
Framed in the twilight sky. 

Hold a message that is divine, 
From God for you and I. 

Thro' stars and mystic moonlight, 

The solemn arch of blue ; 
Thro' awe of stilly midnight, 

God testifies to you. 

All that is good and beautiful 

Is in harmony with God. 
Oh soul be very dutiful. 

In the footsteps Jesus trod ! ■ 



103 




Despite all wrong, the eternal right 
Gleams steadily through the gloom of night ; 
'Mid wreck and chaos, hope is bright, 
And Jesus is its light. 



Despite the tumult of our day, 
Hope's messages still whispering, say : 
"For you I died, have faith, rejoice," 
Tis Jesus' tender voice. 

Mid party strife and crumbling creed, 
Nations warring, private greed, 
Jesus still leads with sin to cope. 
Be strong, have faith and hope. 



104 



"UNTO THEE BE THE GLORY" 

Oh God, if any act of mine 
Can make a burden lighter, 

H any httle kindly deed 

Can make some pilgrim brighter, 

Help me to do it Lord for Thee 
And in the act the glory be. 

Oh God, if any prayer of mine 
Can help some fallen brother. 

Or happy song of cheer that's writ 
For helping one another, 

Oh may I sing and pray for Thee 
And in Thy praise the glory be. 

Oh God, if any word of mine 
Can make a pathway plainer. 

Or any gift of sacrifice . 

Can make some soul a gainer, 

Oh may it come to pass for Thee, 
And in the doing glory be. 



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106 



THE FALL OF JERUSALEM 

Jehovah marches on, His hand o£ time 

Reveals the supernatural and subline 

To those that follow in His wake, who thrilled 

Observe the sacred prophecies fulfilled. 

The fall of this small capital men deem 

Of minor import in that greater scene 

Of m.ighty nations grappling in the throes 

Of conilict to the death, involving woes 

Unspeakable, but God's own Seers see 

An augury of near events to be. 

In that one city's fall a pivot on which swings 

Another era heralding, nay which brings 

His chosen people that fair light of day 

Which in just judgment He had tak'n awa}^. 

Seven times Jerusalem crusaded chang-ed 

hands 
Perfection's number by Jehovah planned. 
And now her ancient people once again, 
Despite the years of scattering and pain, 

. . . * 

Are seeking Zion, returning heme to be 
That Israel as of old, when men should see 
God's ark was in their midst, and every na- 
tion knew 
The favored of all peoples was the Jew. 
Rejoice, mankind, o'er all the earth at such a 

sign 
Which signifies the nearness of events sub- 
lime, 
When Christ in power shall rule the whole, 

wide earth 
And His salvation be the guage of worth 
For every tribe of every race of men, 
With one fair capital, the New Jerusalem. 



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108 



THE RESTORATION OF ISRAEL 

Israel, despised, rejected, trodden down, 
As was the noblest One of all mankind. 
The Christ, and He a Jew. 

Oh chosen people what a joy is yours 
That God Almighty chose thy Hebrew form 

Through which to show Himself to men ! 
Through all the pages of His sacred word 

Does Israel's record weave ' a golden thread of prophecy 
fulfilled. 

Were there no other proof, God's word is true. 
This were enough, "thine history," 

"Thy living self," "The Jew." 
Oh what a glorious heritage is thine ! 

For once again God's smile will rest on thee; 
And even now there sounds the far-off tread, i 

Of thy returning wanderers to the land, 
That Zion where Christ Jesus is to regin, 
From whence will flow pure streams of His salvation ; 

And all the earth shall stand in awe 
At this world's capital, the New Jerusalem. 

Thy destiny imfolds as time pursues its course, 
And God substantiates His promises. 

E'en now His judgments crash athwart the earth 
To bring about His mighty sovereign will. 

The very wrath of man is made to praise Him, 
As He adjusts the nations to His plan. 

How terrible is war ! but when its noise has ceased, 
We'll see God's hand; the Jews the most of all; 

For even now there promises a dawn, 
Despite the havoc wrought by war (the fruits of sin). 

Then sorrow's tears will turn to morning mist, 
And in the light that shimmers thro' those veils. 

The dove of peace will come to welcome view.' 
God is not thwarted, all His plans mature; 

And in the waning of this Gentile age. 
We see His purposes fulfilled as ne'er before. 

Sing then, ye chosen people, praise Almighty God, 
For even now He halts the chastening" rod. 



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110 



THE JEWS' RETURN 

Scattered amid a world's unrest, 
Fated to wander, bade to roam ; 
Since He who died has called us home. 
And who shall say it were not best, 
God of our fathers, first for that 
We're coming back, we're coming back. 

A w^ar, an earthquake, chaos reigns. 
Men did not understand, but ye 
Have written in the blood and flames 
Our restoration held in fee. 
God of our fathers, seeing that 
We're coming back, we're coming back. 

Ye chose a nation, bade them fling 
The gates of Palestine apart. 
That Britain's million dead might bring 
New life to every Hebrew heart. 
God of our fathers, e'en for that 
We're coming back, we're coming back. 

Jerusalem again to be 

The diadem of all the world, 

The Mecca,, where mankind shall see 

Salvation's banner high unfurled. 

God of our fathers yes for that 

We're coming back, we're coming back. 



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THE ONCOMING RESTORATION 

S:id mcurn'np; l^roocls o'er Israel, v.here cnce the fire of God, 
And ru'n marks th^ glorious site thy noble forbears trod. 
How cc:i tc xd are ihy people, weeping l^eneath their chains! 
Bill Grd h:is vcv.cd, and aye for thee, His premise still remains. 

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, could Jesus weep o'er Thee, 
Could Salem's temples v/orsh'p hear for ether gods than He? 
Sunk are th: tov/crs of Baal, 1)ut once again shall rise 
The Gona' of Thy thanksgiving from, 'neath fair Zicn's rkies. 

The Jev;s, God's chascn pecplc, are wending home again. 
"Restore cur land of Israel," the note of their refrain. 
G "altered amidcL earth's purples, the}^ still have kept their race, ■ 
And Gtand a tov/erinj ev'dcncc, Gcd's purposes talce place. 

The rr'a.-h. of a thousand cann:^n ma}-^ sorrov/ the heart of God, 

But the wrath of man shall praise Him, where red Mar's feet have 

trod. 
For His promises are a3^e and yea and His purposes amen, 
And the love He bears His people will give them Zion again. 

War, with its bloody spectacle, reveals to our human race 
That never an earthly dogma can take the Bible's place; 
But soon o'er the scourge of nations will fly the dove of peace 
To herald that New Jerusalem where suffering shall cease. 



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"THE CRUSHED ROSE OF SHARON" 

The beautiful, the Sharon Rose, 
Lily by rosy dawning flushed, 
Its sweetest fragrance never knows 
Till crushed. 

Thus with the flower of a blameless life 
Spreading abroad its holy trust, 
A healing balm amid the strife — 
When crushed. 

The soul that is sanctified in God, . 
Living above this frame of dust, 
Never the hills of Canaan trc^d 
Till crushed. 



114 



ZION IN THE HEART 

For thee. O blessed Zion. 
My life's one vigil be. 
Thro' Judah's mystic Lion 
Thy glory, Lord, to see. 
O paradise of holiness. 
Where tears are never known. 
Since only joy can flourish 
And righteousness be grown. 

There is the stately mansion 
Prepared by God for me, 
On banks of living w^aters 
Mid many a wondrous tree. 
O beauteous, golden city 
With jewels bright, unpriced, 
Whose walls are of Salvation, 
Whose corner-stone is Christ. 

And what of thy magnificence 
As syml3oled by the cross. 
Or who can sing thy bulwarks? 
Strong in that greatest loss. 
How can I thank Thee, Savior. 
What words can ever tell, 
Of Zion here within my heart. 
Where sadness used to dwell? 



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CHRIST AND THE MOUNTAINS 

Majestic, stately mountains, 
What secrets do yq hold? 
•Oh v/hat a wondrous story 
Cculd th}' mysteries unfold ! 
How oft upon thy lonely slopes 
The Alan of Sorrows trod, 
Lhoosing the mountain fastnesses 
To he alone with God I 

He, the noblest character 
That e'er the world can know; 
He ^^ho wept o'er humanity 
And bore their load of woe : 
He who in agony sweated blood 
And a thorny pathway trod ; 
He v,ho has brought salvation, 
Chrict, the incarnate God. 

Apart in the mountain praying, 

Despised and rejected of men; 

\V th heart all torn and l^roken, 

Fi'';hting their battles for them. 

The crimson west, o'er a rugged crest. 

Fades as the sun goes down, 

St 11 He was there in silent prayer. 

With only the moon for a crown. 

Thv heights saw His great temptation — 

When Satan took Him there 

And ch-^wed Flim the world in a moment 

of time, 
A_nd premised its kingdoms fair. 
The greatest sermon that ever was preached 
Fell from His lips on the Mount, 
And f rem thy slopes He ascended to heaven 
'Tv.^as told us in Matthew's account. 

Symbol of His salvation 

For those who climb to God — ■ 

Tracing the love-])orn footprints 

^^'5 ?acred feet have trod. 

Thy highest peaks to the sanctified speak 

O^ a fdory ne'er expressed, 

-And the vision there Is wondrous fair, 

Of Jesus and heaven and rest. 

Soon He is coming back again. 

Soon ve shall see Him drest 

In the glory of His Sonship, — 

On thee His feet shall rest. 

Not as a lowly shepherd 

Seeking the lost, but then 

We'll sec Him in power and majesty 

K'n-'- (T the world and men. 



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THE FIGHT 

Fight in the glorious conflict, 
Tho' all of hell may lower ; 
Fight when the cause seems hopeless 
And others shrink and cower ; 
Fight with a deathless army, 
Washed in the blood of the Lamb ; 
Fight and the God be with thee 
Who fought for Joshua's band. 

Fight with thine eyes on Jesus, 
Who suffered and fought alone ; 
Fight in the tracks of heroes 
Who died His name to own; 
Fight in the noblest battle 
That ever the world can know; 
Fight for the One who gave His life 
Because He loved us so. 

Fight while God's light is streaming 

Upon the upward way ; 

Fight with thine armor gleaming 

Until shall end the day; 

For soon all conflict over 

And every victory won, 

Thou shalt la}^ down thy trophies 

And hear Him say, "Well done." 



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Tho' you cannot be a monarch, 

"Wear a d'-adem of geld, 
Whilst the legions feign obeisance 

Even tho' their hearts are cold; 
You can join the royal frmily 

Of the greatest King of all, 
Set the hosts of heaven rejoic'ng 

"If you heed the Savior's call." 

Tho' yen cannot l)e a Croesus, 

Gain the w^ealth of all the earth, 
As a mammon bleed humanity 

Rich because of others' dearth, 
You can have a nobler treasure. 

Gain the pearl of greatest price, 
Be an heir to God's own heaven 

"If you give to Him your life." 

Tho' you cannot v/car the laurels 

Of an earthly dying fame; 
Live and pass a flashing" meteor. 

Leaving nothing but a name, 
You can wear a greater glor}^, 

One that never fades away, 
"Tf 3-on'll take the van v/ith Jesus," 

Fighting v.hilst it still is day. 



Tho' 3'ou cannot sip sin's pleasures 

[n the gilded halls of vice, 
l^ay the cost of empty gaiety 

S'nce th}'- soul must be its price, 
You can have a joy unspeakable 

And a happiness that lasts 
"Tf y(;u'll live and d'e for Jesus,'' 

Let Him wpc away the past. 



120 



TRUTH 

Truth must prevail, there is no force can stem 

The pure, invincible and peerless might 

That radiates from her unsullied countenance. 

Calm amid chaos, fought, but never moved, 

Her vision permeates the darkened world 

To its remotest ends and depths and heights. 

''Truth", at the word sin trembles for its power, 

Hiding its ghastly face from such a light, 

Reflex of God Almighty thro' the night. 

There comes a time when all the fullest blaze 

Of piercing truth, intense with God, 

Will penetrate the veils of time, and search 

The records of each soul that passed this way ; 

Then, nothing hid, we'll see, tho' 'twere a saint, 

We merit not the sacrifice of Christ. 

Oh man, so live that in that awful day 

His blood long since had washed thy past away. 



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Since I've learned to know my Savior- 
All the world is new to me ; 

Heaven's door I find in natnre — 
God in everything I see. 



In life's journey on and upward — 

Jesus ever speaks to me, 
When I'm halted, gives the watch- word ; 

Guides me when I cannot see. 

In hope's rainbow, through the showers, 

In the landscape, on the sea. 
Messages through trees and flowers, — 

Jesus speaks, and speaks to me. 

In the evening when bright glory 
Gathers round the setting sun, 

Then white angels sing the story, — 
Jesus and His kingdom ccme. 

Then heaven's portals seem to open 

And I see celestial things. 
Then the flaming sun is God's throne 

And the clouds are angel's wings. 

In the dusk when all seems holy, 
In the night and starlight glow, 

Jesus whispers, I am with thee, 
Trust in me and onward go. 



122 



LIVE IN HEAVEN EVERY DAY 

Don the armor of the Lord and scale the heights of life, 
With the sword of truth unsheathed, go battle in the 

strife ; 
Be a warrior for God, a hero in the fray 
And you can live in heaven every day. 

Give your time and talents to Him wdio died for you, 
Show a love that's strong and real, a purpose just and 

true. 
Let thy daily living prove that life is not a play, 
And you can live in heaven every day. 

Keep the fires burning on the altar of thine heart. 
Take the plan of Jesus as a whole and not in part; 
Reach a hand of kindness to thy brother by the way 
And you can live in heaven every day. 



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124 



^'THE PLOUGHMAN" 

Humanity, the ploughman, wends his way, 
As stars now fade before the break of day. 
To labor, aye, but who is this beside? 
Of noble m.ien and yet by men denied. 

Who is this Friend beside the furrowing plough? 
One who has done as does the ploughman now. 
He went through all the toil, and then could die 
Because He heard a fallen people's cry. 

For such a race He probed the cruel depths 

Of every human anguish suffered yet ; 

And now whilst pleading still beside the plough, 

His sacrifice He hears men disavow. 

And you, a ploughman, have you, too, flung back 
The one salvation, His love-lighted track? 
For His sake pause, ye know not what ye do 
In spurning Christ who gave His all for you. 



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126 



THE CHOICE 

You may live 'mid wealth and pleasure; 

But with Jesus I. 
You may dwell within a palace ; 

Nearer heaven I. 
You are worth a golden fortune ; 

Not a cent have I. 
Yet, betwixt us, who's the poorer? 

You, sir, you, not I. 

You may feast on costly viands ; 

Daniel's meat have I. 
You may quaff the drunkard's goblet 

My wine's from on high. 
You may own a lavish wardrobe ; 

One blood-washed garment I. 
You're dissatisfied, I'm joyful; 

Happier soul am I. 

Fraught with care and swamped in riches, 

Oft you heave a sigh. 
Like the breezes of the ocean. 

Worries pass me by. 
Conscience probes, the future darkens ; 

You're afraid to die, 
Should death come tonight, I'm ready ; 

Not a fear have I. 

You will heed not Christ's salvation; 

Lost in Jesus I, 
Ravished with celestial music, 

My soul lives on high. 
Joy beyond all mortal language ; 

God's own child am I. 
Soul for soul and state for state, 

Who would change? not I. 



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128 



NOTHING BUT TARES 

Nothing but tares, nothing- but tares, 
O'er the fields of a wasted life, 
And this in return for the cross that bears — 
A Savior who died that for you His prayers 
Might avail, though the records of God unbares 
Nothing but tares, nothing but tares. 

Nothing but tares where the bloom of youth 
Should spread an influence for God and truth ; 
Where life's young morn untainted by sin 
Should breathe of a heart that is pure within. 
Shaming the world with its tinsel and snares. 
Nothing but tares, nothing but tare3. 

Nothing but tares, not a single bloom, 
Tho' your life's e'en now at its golden noon. 
Hasten' to leave the husks and the swine, 
Give to the Master what's left of your time, 
He'll blot out the past that you now repine. 
Nothing but tares, nothing but tares. 

Nothing but tares as the form of death — 
Crosses life's threshold to wait yoiu' last l^reath ; 
Too late for repentance, too late for prayers. 
As the sinking sun on the horizon flares. 
O'er a desolate dreary waste that wears — 
Nothing but tares, nothing but tares. 



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}P':'''jHis<:hildr£n. 

.,*;;;,; 'j /i; Jferanfortf Clarke. 

!^^;-»|^Y eacc, peace jor you 
fCX*»l the strife »€ ended 

&/i'!i' f omo, com« just now , 

V^ Jesus waits foryoa. 

"Hh how wonderful" Mis children 
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130 



A CHILD'S PRAYER 

Some years ago when I was young 
Of many songs my mother sung, 
There's one that often stirs my breast 
More often than of all the rest ; 
A prayer I learned beside her knee, 
How oft its strains come back to me-^ — 

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild. 

Look upon a little child. 

The words of course are doubly dear 
Because I somehow seem to hear 
Through all their simple chords and tones 
The heaven-gone voice my mother owns : 
Seems, I say, maybe they're real 
The whispers that will often steal — 

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild. 

Look upon a little child. 

The prayer she taught me Jesus heard 
And now I live and tell His word. 
And you who pray this little prayer 
Never forget that He is there, 
Concerned for you who really long 
To be His children meek yet strong — 

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, 

Look upon a little child. 



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132 



PRAY 

When 'tis hard to take your part, 
When in trial you're losing heart- 
Pray. 



When the fight is all but lost, 
ling s 
Pray. 



When for nothing seems the cost- 



When friends desert and you're alone. 
And even God seems to disown — 
Pray. 

W^hen 'tis so dark you cannot see, :-, 
Then is it He is nearest thee — ' T '■: 
Pray. " ■[ 

Be patient, wait, hold on, endure, 
Gcd cannot fail. His word is sure — 
Pray. 



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134 



A MOTHER'S LAST MESSAGE 

Oh, m}'^ children, Jesus calls me, I am surely going heme, 
1 can see the lights of heaven shinning through the evening gloam. 
Oh, do not grieve, m}^ children, for you cannot call me liack, 
But can follow on to glor}^ in the lowly Savior's track. 

When the flowers come again, children, I shall not be here to greet 
Their early spring-time beauty so fragrant and so sweet ; 
But I want you to remember, when you see them blooming fair. 
That I've gone to be with Jesus who put the nosegays there. 

Tonight I saw the sunset, saw it gild the western sky, 
I know my life's declining, but my soul will live on high ; 
Oh, my children, do not falter in the path which Jesus trod, 
That when your life is waning you may rise again in God. 

Please bury me, my children, amid nature, near some trees. 

For I loved the sweet, fresh spring-time and the tints of autumn 

leaves. 
Now, my little season over, may one memory mark my grave, 
That I lived and died in Jesus who alone has power to -sa^'e. 

Oh, my children, give to Jesus every moment of thy days. 
If I had a thousand life-times I'd give them Him in praise. 
Oh, the joy of going to see Him, going to meet Him in the skies, 
Be sure 3'ou follow on, children, be sure 3'^ou win the prize. 

Oh, my children, do not leave me, even now I'm leaving you, 

I can hear celestial music, I can see an angel crew, 

As they man a golden vessel, they are shining, smiling, too. 

We are moving on and upward, "Oh, what glory comes in view!" 



135 




136 



THE SAINT'S PRAYER 



Great Jehovah, ever listening for the deathless prayer of faith, 

That on earth has been and will be till the end, "O Lord, thou saith." 

Up the waves of faith are flashing, ever, Lord, a wordless plea. 

That our lives may be more Christ-like, and our longings reach to Thee. 



Weakest to the world; rejected; in the sight of men despised, 
Strongest in the eyes of heaven, since our lives are sanctified. 
Thovi art for us in our mission, fighting sin to rescue souls. 
What is flesh and blood, or forces that the evil one enrolls? 



Rallying 'neath the big white ensign, blazoned with the blood-stained cross, 
Marching on to glorious vic'try, Christ our leader knows not loss. 
Sweep the loathsome camps entrench ed with the searchlight of Thy truth, 
Break the serried ranks of evil, though it mean a martyred youth. 



Martj'red, but like Stephen praying, "Lord, they know not what they do," 
Death with Jesus means a-glory, deathless glory with the few. 
Men may scofif, cry fools and failures ! Help us. Lord, to onward press ! 
Earthly loss is gain in heaven, motives, not result, success. 



May we then be ever striving, life is short, and death is sure. 
Souls from hurtling into darkness, will be saved if we endure. 
Thovi did'st see the broken temples, spoiled by ravages of sin. 
Spared not Jesus that they might be once more glorious within. 



So we plead Thee, Lord, to help them, turn their faces unto Thee, 
Wake the child that slumbers in them, make their sightless eyes to see. 
See the cross and hear the message to the world, its victim broke. 
Free salvation, blood-bought mercy, evidence that's more than hope. 



Help us. Lord, to witness for Thee, and to ev'ry soul be true, 
Ours is not to fear or falter, question why. but pray and do. 
Soon will pass this night of battle, no more tears, and no more pain, 
Day will break, and with the morning, Jesus evermore, shall reign. 



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THE DREAD PAST 

The past, the past that spells remorse — 
Trails a burden of sin between 
The joy of life, and through its loss 
Echoes of things that might have been. 

The past, the past sounds as a knell, 
You cannot leave its dirge behind. 
The sin that haunts though all seem well- 
Will haunt until the Christ you find. 

The past, the pastj you see its sign 
A written stain on every wall. 
Yet sin that does your soul entwine 
To wash away Christ gave His all. 

You cannot lose the past you would. 

It dogs you on from day to day, 

And will till 'neath the cross you've stood 

And let Christ wash its stain away. 

'Tis then the past is past indeed 
No longer can its shadow gloom, 
But in the day and future read 
Happiness now and heaven soon. 

All praise to God the past can be 
Eorever i^one and vou set free. 
Salvation bought upon the tree 
Has paid the price for you and me. 

Oh sinner, bring your past to Him ! 
He'll make you what you ought to be, 
Pure and without the mark of sin, 
A saint through all eternity. 



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"IS IT NOTHING TO YOU ALL YE THAT 

PASS BY?" 

Alone in a Avdrld of rebels, commissioned of God, a King, 

With heart all breaking to save them, He bore the 
taunts men fling ; 

He who with but a stroke to avenge could have crum- 
bled the earth to hell, 

Prayed, "O God, forgive them," as beneath the cross 
He fell. 

Where all earth's greatest heroes merged to a superman. 
With all the deeds of nobleness that have ever been 
done or can : — 

We could not comprehend His love, we should but 

know in part, 
No human mind can measure the confines of His heart. 

He was nailed with the sins of humanity to the cross of 
a fallen world, 

But he smiled thro' the tears of anguish as salvation's 
dawn unfurled. 

He counted His life as naught that He might save the 
souls of men. 

Is it nothing to you, my brother? 'twas you He died 
for then. 

And now in the eve of this waning age which precedes 
His return to earth. 

He is calling for souls to follow and supply the appall- 
ing dearth 

Of laborers in His harvest field to reap the souls of men. 

Your serving now, my brother, means reigning with 
Him then. 



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■7^ it^ Jesus said revive, 

Cako thoa this water, they siiall have who drink 
Sttcrnal life. 



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>^ ... „ «ut Jfcsas lotjted on mc , 
VaUrng^omchome. ] Uihe crtss was r.aitcd 
for such as tKc«." 




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..^ojcss. took awa 
tTKc daiwn J see 



nopeife&s , and m dcspan 
1fl«a the darKftcss^ look away my care 



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T t t-S^r*^ JiC«us sboKe to me. 

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'•WHAT TO DO" 

Tho' you cannot be a meteor 
Flashing in the gaze of men. 
Have a purpose as the north star 
Always hxed for God. and when 
At the last for you He callest 
To His promised kingdom come. 
You may be who seemed the smallest, 
In His sight the greatest one. 

Tho' you cannot be a great bark 
Proudly sailing o'er life's main, 
You can be a welcome life-boat 
On a dark world's sea of pain ; 
And one day within those portals 
Far away beyond the blue — 
There will be some bright immortals 
Who are there because of you. 

Never to return again, 
Get thee up and to God's harvest 
Where awaits the golden grain. 
Xever need to seek a vineyard — 
See it round you ever^-where, 
Duty unto God and lost souls. 
Yes. where duty calls 'tis there. 
Brother, sister, time is passing 



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144 



"MY HOPE IS ANCHORED TO THE CROSS" 

I live for Jesus Christ, and I 
In Him find joy that cannot die ; 
Kindred and friends I love but He 
Is more than human ties to me. 
My hope is anchored to the Cross, 
For Jesus I count all things loss. 

My soul His sacrifice surveys, 
Mounts up and up till lost in praise, 
No human tongue can e'er express 
Man's debt for Jesus' life and death : 
Hy hope is anchored to the Cross, 
For Jesus I count all things loss. 

When sorrow comes and life seems hard 
I see His hands by nail prints n^arred ; 
O, ne'er was anguish such as this ! 
Or grief and tears compared with His : 
My hope is anchored to the Cross, 
For Jesus I count all things loss. 

Tho' every human aid gives way. 
Then most of all He is my stay ; 
Why should I fear in life in death 
Since He's my soul's eternal breath : 
My hope is anchored to the Cross, 
For Jesus I count all things loss. 



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146 



SALVATION 

I am the gift of Jesus, Salvation the fruit of love, 
I hold the grandest message that ere came from above. 
Though "higher critics" mock m.e with many a bitter sneer 
To the weary way-worn sinner my song is good to hear. 

While scorners strive to prove me nought, I comfort the spuls of 

men — 
Out in the desert places a song of joy for them; 
For those whose hearts are broken, for those whose souls seem 

lost-- 
Salvation the gift of Jesus was bought at an awful cost 

Into the poor and dingy slum I bring a golden ray — 

And carry the bloom of health once more to faces pinched with 

grey. 
Into the prison places where sin has brought its prey — 
The voice of Jesus whispers "Salvation's for you to-day." 

I am the dawn of a new day to the darkened soul of men, 
I am the light of the ages revealing God's wonderful plan, 
-My message is spreading gladness from pole to the tropic line, 
}^[y voice is the voice of Jesus, Salvation the name is mine. 

You with your c^-nic wisdora, you of the critic court, 
What have you for the dj'ing when the battle of life is fought. 
What have you for the living, who scarred and maimed with sin — 
Cry out for the one Salvation that only Christ can bring. 

Oh hark to my proclamation, sinner with heart of lead. 
Your life will be happy and joyous when you to Christ have fled. 
He gave His life that it might be so, for this His blood was shed — 
That you might have Salvation and in His footsteps tread. 



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148 



DEATH WITHOUT FEAR 

I fear not death with Christ at hand to guide, 
'Tis but transition to the other side, 
And when God's rider of the pale, pale horse- — 
Knocks at my portal there'll be no remorse ; 
Life has been beautiful, but I go to Him 
Where perfection reigning knows no sin. 

I fear not death since Christ has paid the price, 
In His salvation no soul ever dies, 
The body crumbles back to dust again. 
But through the blood I unto Him remain. 
Borne on angelic pinions to that shore 
Where is no death but life forevermore. 



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"O SOUL BE EVER READY 



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Never failing word of God, thy truth points to that near- 

ing day, 
When the Son of man in glory will o'er all the earth 

have sway ; 
Fades across the red horizon sin's dark form against 

the West, 
Evil's sun is slowly setting, soon the world will be at 

rest. 

Oh the travail of the nations, groaning, warring, sick, 

oppressed ! 
See the tears and tribulation, cataracts of man's distress ; 
Fruits of sin and disobedience, from the growth that has 

been sown 
By Satanic legions grappling each immortal soul to own. 

But the course of God is surer than the forces of the 

night, 
He athwart the black horizon flashes back the signal 

light ; ^ 
And a harmony is sounding o'er the music of the 

spheres — 
Christ is coming, soon is coming, "watch and pray lest 

He appears." 

Men may mutter scoffs disdainful, drain the wine cup, 

ply the feast. 
But the dawn of earth's millennium even now is in the 

East. 
Oh my soul, be ever ready, for ye do not know the hour 
When the Son of God is coming in all majesty and 

power ! 



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if c rttoy have cloucU Eut wWn 1 think o^ Jesus 
* Xhc sun breaks thro' its widiuncc to outj)om», 
Am kdv away I hftur the. song ojr ang^cts 
5iiigii^, singij^, sin^nig "o-n ^otjhcv shoVcV 




here is n cross thai everyone "must cwry, 
^ov in its w«^Kt,soon soonTwillbe W) more, 
ilh^n at His ftei wg shitll lay down our taurets 
With the jrdrimmd.iJs "oi^ yonder shcrel,^ 




^Ui^tic is adft<jt[>,ktit5s only human, 
~^^he soul lives dn and on for evermore . 
How v/onderful to dwelt^ Jor ziye witK Jesus 
Ever and j^orevcv 'on yonder shorcl" 




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Is that sanie^lor^ ^ound on yonder shore'.' 



152 



SHALL I BE THERE? SHALL YOU? 

These are the fruits of sin, the branded hosts 

Groping their way through darkness but the ghosts 

Of that fair Eden image sent by God, 

Fallen a prey to evil's cruel rod. 

Pale youth and trembling age, pathetic throng, 

From failure unto failure lured along. 

Oh God, is there no prayer, no poVer, no force, 

From sin these shackled beings to divorce ? 

The thunders of earth's wars are crying, ''Halt 1" 
For back of all calamity is fault. 

The fruitage of the sowing' of the wrong 
Almost obscures, but truth unmov-ed, strong. 
Towers like a Sphinx, and yet unlike, for life 
And light stream out despite the carnal strife. 
Has not the Christ o'ercome all night and gloom ? 
Is He not coming once again, and soon? 

Be ready, soul, hear now the oncoming hosts 

With Christ as Captain 'gainst all wrong opposed. 

Millennial glory breaks the heavens wide, 

Herald that Jesus who shall take His bride. 

Not from the pampered throngs of court and mart. 

But from the sanctified and pure in heart. 

The eleventh hour is here, the latest few 

He's seeking now. Shall I be there? Shall you? 



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154 



OBEDIENCE FIRST 



"Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command 
you." (John 15:14). 

This is the sum of the need of a saint, 

Twixt earth and the heaven he seeks. 
These are the gifts that will help him up, 

Ascending" Canaan's peaks : 
A heart beating true, whatever betides, 

A breast that will find its breath 
In the smoke of battle and war for Him 

Who for us could sufifer death, 
An ear to hear when God shall speak, 

An eye to watch for sin. 
An arm to fight for the land he seeks, 

And a courage to enter in. 

But of all the assets a Christian holds, 

Despite the tempter's voice. 
Is the power to obey thoug'h sin unfolds 

The white flag for a choice. 
When the battle rages and all seems lost, 

With the fight to make alone. 
And even hope seems changed to frost 

As others turn and moan ; 
When grace has bled itself away, ' 

Just as things reach their worst, 
Still in the face of hell obey — 

Of God's commands, the first. 



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156 



PRIDE 

Why are ye proud? hast won the world's applause, 
T'was fairest Eve who fell and brought the curse on. 

Why are ye proud? because of your own strength? 
"Goliath was brought low at length." 

Why are ye proud? is it in earthly fame? 
Belshazzar's glory brought him death and shame. 

Why are ye proud? in folly or in pleasure, 

The swine-herd prodigal found it poor measure. 

Why are ye proud? is it because of gain? 
"A proud young ruler found his wealth was vain." 

Why are ye proud? hast won the world's applause? 
Thus did great Caiaphas, but at what a cost? 



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^nd n'er c«lls aroaiul at youritmr, 
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Of ail the books this world has ever known 
But one thro' all of time will hold its own. 
Despite decay or tyrant's evil hand — 
"The word of God" for aye will ever stand. 

'Twere wise of men to oft its pages read, 
P^or there is found the key of every need ; 
Spiritual, intellectual, temporal, too 
Are met within its wondrous, boundless view. 

There can the busy worker find his realm 
And to his business it should be the helm — 
To steer him safely thro' uncharted ways. 
Where sirens tempt and gilded sin displays. 

All occupations of earth's busy throng — 
That cannot stand the Bible light are wrong. 
A plan for life, and when life's pathway's trod- 
Our only guide to heaven, "The word of God." 



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"IN THE FALL" 

In the fall to God give thanks for the fruits on earth bestrown ; 
Cease the hum of labor, memory would the Pilgrim Fathers own ; 
Fly the flag of free America, deck the homestead, spread the board, 
Pledge the youngest of the nations as the country of the Lord. 

In the. fall the richest sunset flames along the western sky, 
Glorious, 3^et but an earnest of the life for you and I. 
In the fall the ripest landscape mirrors in the waters nigh, 
So shall rivers of salvation reflect souls to God on high. 

In the fall the starr}^ heavens flashing signals through the night, 
Call us upward, we are fallen, but through Christ can be as bright. 
In the fall the- mists of autumn are dispersed before the dawn — 
Come Thy great millennial glory, Jesus rule a world reborn. 

In the fall the harvest moon is silver o'er the golden corn. 
Not in vain the Bible beacons. Forward ! we shall reach our 
bourne. , 

In the fall the crops all garnered, hoary frost appears again. 
Soon we, too, shall all be gathered. Who can death's cold hand 
restrain ? 

In the fall the autumn foliage flutters slowly from each tree. 
Life is waning, soon death's summons comes for you and comes 

for me ; 
And concern were wise of mortal for his own immortal soul, 
Better now than when too late his name is missed from heaven's 

roll. 



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"THY PILGRIMS THEY, SO THINE BE WE" 

Glory of foam-flecked ocean that dashed on Plymouth 
strand 

When the "Mayflower" cast her anchor, held by Jehov- 
ah's hand ; . ' 

Glory of gleaming verdure on hill and on fertile plain. 
Sing unto Him thanksgiving for the day that has 
dawned again. 

God of our fathers keep us strong, from Thee we 
would not sever, 

Thy Pilgrims they, so Thine be we, forever and for- 
ever. 

Untilled the soil then, but now, in richest cultivation 

Columbia yields up her fruits for succor to the nation, 

And every blessing of her land points back to those 
brave heroes 

Who pioneered and led the way to all her country 
bestows. 

God of our fathers keep us strong, from Thee we 
would not sever. 

Thy Pilgrims they, so Thine be we, forever and for- 
ever. 

The offspring of their sacrifice, we guard our liberty, 

Lord keep us strong and pure in heart that we indeed 
be free. 

God save our land is all our prayer this anniversary. 

When nations tremble, totter, fall, Lord be our strength 
in Thee. 

God of our fathers keep us strong, from Thee we 
would not sever. 

Thy Pilgrims they, so Thine be we, forever and for- 
ever. 



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SIN 



I am the fearful curse 
Blighting the earth. 
Evil's the root of me, 
Sorrow's the fruit of me, 
Sure is my stroke. 
Misery's the sign of me, 
Tears' the wine of me, 
Thus shall you know me, — 
I am the cause of strife, 
I kill the joy of life, 
I am SIN. 

I am a madman drunk 
Driving humanity. 
Ho, ho, what fools they are 
Prone to a paltry snare ! 
And so I give it them 
That I may drive them ; 
Mine for a glass of wine 
Stilled in temptation 
Brewed by me, sin. 
Drugged, they are blind, to Christ 
I hold their hearts in glee 
And whilst they pay such fee 
What can withstand ? 
While I am in the heart 
I hold man's soul in mart 
For Christ must e'en depart. 
My name is SIN. 

I am a prostitute 
Seducing the nations. 



I call myself a church. 
Cover my deadly work 
Under a cloak of white, 
While mankind, blind as night 
Sees not that truth is light 
And scorns the Christ-bought 

right. 
Redemption from me. 
'Tis thus I win the fight, 
Thus I defeat the right ; 
Evil is my delight, 

My name is SIN, 

Man alone holds the key 
To his fate thro' the ages. 
I hold the doom he seems to 

prefer. 
Christ holds Salvation. 
But scorned by the nations 
He cannot help them, 
I ride them to war. 
Passion's the root of me. 
Death is the fruit of me, 
Battlefields reek for me 
Wine from the shamble. 
Cannon mouths shriek for me 
While carnage mangles 
Souls for my hire. 
Ho, how I laugh in glee 
When men decide for me 
And scorn the Christ-paid fee ! 

Salvation from SIN. 



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THE CURSE 

Sin is the root of every human woe, 

Without it earth would be a vestibule of heaven 

And all mankind then harmonize with God. 

How rare that perfect melody is heard 

Which finds its echo in the immortal soul ! 

Celestial strains do tremble round the temple of man's heart; 

Unspeakably beautiful to those that hear, they steal 

Above the clanging discords of this world, 

To tell souls all is well and God is near ; 

Yet in the main humanity hears not these purer notes. 

But gives a listening ear to more voluptuous sounds. 

Than Siren music from a wreck-strewn shore. 

Wafting across a seeming placid sea, 

Beneath whose glittering surface endless death awaits 

For these who hear this v/anton call of sin. 

Would that thy deadly influence did but reach 

Those foolish ones who knowing yet give way. 

Not trail to others sorrow and despair. 

Oh sin, how fearful are thy consequences. 

What bloody tears of innocence stain thine altars, how poignant 
sounds 

The mother's groan and tender childhood's cry 

W'hilst seemingly 'tis guilt that does escape ! 

But those who follow in the tracks of Christ 

Know that the word of God for aye is true. 

That truth shall win and all things come to light ; 

That justice must be meted, judgment take its course. 

Thus shall men know the folly of their error 

And find be-tinseled garish robes of sin 

Are but gay shrouds of death that lurks within. 

Oh soul, be wise, wait not till that dread day. 

Get to thy knees, look unto Christ, and pray! 



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A REv'ERIE ON BROOKLYN BRIDGE 



I stood on the bridge of Brook- 
lyn 
As the sun v/as going down, 

And watched the people passing 
o'er 

From busy town to town. 

Below flowed the gleaming river, 
Flushed with light from the 
West, 
Its shipping and sea and sky be- 
yond 
In gorgeous raiment dressed. 

But oh the feeling of sadness 

That crept o'er my soul as I 
turned 

And read in the faces passing by 

Of Christ's salvation spurned! 

A panorama of human woe 
Crossing the bridge of life, 

With never a tho't of Jesus, 
Only of gain and strife. 

There at the hub of the nations. 
New York with its mixture of 
race, 

The white, the black and the 
yellow — 

Oh God ! in this very place ; 



Where men should prove the 
Gospel 

Of brotherhood and love 

Is Babylon re-incarnated, 

Scorning the voice above. 

Stay ! for among the motley 
throng, 

I in reverie see a man 

Watching the toilers passing by 

And offering them His hand. 

His countenance is noble, 

Outshining the sunset glow, 

But never a soul of the rushing 
crowd 

This stranger seems to know, 

Until o'er the bridge there runs 
a child, 

Crying its Guide to meet; 

Soon folded close in His strong 

embrace 

A son and a father greet. 

The day is done, and the even- 
ing star 
Shines clear in a glowing sky; 
The Savior leaves with His little 
charge 
A child that has ceased to cry. 



Remember, oh my brother. 
Ere thy last step is trod. 

The bridge that ends in heaven 
Is the love of a soul in God ! 



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THE WEST 

The AVest, and a call for me, 
Not earthly, but from afar, 
Oh when life's sun has set, that I may see 
Jesus, the Morning Star ! 

The West, and a still small voice — 
Work for the evening falls 
When souls in death, no longer have the choice 
Betwixt life's calls. 

The West, and a golden chance 
Before the coming night, 
W^ith faith, O Jesus Christ, my soul enhance 
Salvation's light. 

The W^est, and a peace for me 
When my life's day is done, 
Then I shall see my Lord, and know that He 
Has bid me come. 



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FIGHT ON 

Firm as those rocks that baffle wind and sea, 
We must fight on that other souls be free. 
The days are sometimes long that lead to victory, 
But on their hours are strung a million joys. 
Despite the strife of battle and the noise. 
Who cares what comes whilst eyes of faith can see 
God's plan unfolding for millenial dawn to be? 
So let the pure white flag of Holiness unfurled 
vSpread out before a shining, scorning world. 

Suns may go down on seeming fruitless days, 
And every wind bring tidings or rebuff, 
But God still reigns, and so it is enough 
To do our best and never know retreat 
Since He who leads has never known defeat. 
And when the tale of this short life is told 
What unseen victories its pages shall unfold ! 

Eyes may grow dim with tears of sacrifice, 
And brave hearts bleed as ties are torn apart! 
Yet must we stand erect, unswerving, unafraid. 
Because of Him gone on before, who made 
A way for us, nor let coward cbunting of the price 
Dissuade his Avill that aught but death suffice. 
And greater love than this no man ere had for man, 
Wlio did it, that salvation come to them. 

Firm as those rocks that baffle wind and sea 
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LIVE FOR CHRIST TODAY 

Into the past has gone forever, yesterday, 

Fading in hues of twilight far away, 

As some fair being swiftly winging by. 

Who would to stay but still must onward fly, 

Lets fall from out her misty draperies 

All that she could of life, its memories. 

Today's an angel in white garments dressed, 

Pure and unspoil-ed, symbol of all that's best. 

Ready to make each moment as a jewel 

Shine out for Him who found the world so cruel. 

Ready to take the task at hand, the chance that's here, 

As shown in opportunity's mirror clear. 

Tomorrow holds a vision out to view 

With promises aglow for me and you, 

But whether g-ood or ill within our pathway lies 

Spend for the Lord each moment as it flies. 

Live for today, tomorrow offers much 

That is a mirage, man shall never touch. 



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"GLORIOUS CONFLICT" 

Glorious field of glorious conflict, terrible the odds ; 
We must win, the battle waging is not ours but God's. 
In the suffering be our glory if we can but save 
Thro' the blood of our Redeemer one soul from its grave. 

Courage, comrades, look to Jesus, on, our Captain, on ! 
We are but a little army, duty must be done. 

We shall win despite all dangers, none must leave the 

ranks, 
Never yet a foe to concjuer, conquer God's phalanx. 

Who will dare to face the issue, brave at His command. 

Strong, courageous heroes willing, does the cause de- 
mand. 
Far too few for such a conflict we can spare not one. 

Better to have died for Jesus than thy duty shun. 

Toiling, fighting, struggling onward, glorious the prize. 

Christ commands, then blind obedience for the conquest 

lies ; 
Not in us, but in the doing, He the strength supplies. 
Forward, see the star of victory flash athwart the skies. 

Constant struggle, ceaseless vigil, danger ever by, 
We can not do less for Jesus who for us could die — • 
Than to do our soldier part bravely in His strength. 
Till at last thro' His- salvation we gain heaven at length. 



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